Global Movie Emperor

"Where did you get the water in your hand?"

Lu Ze looked up and down the railing for a long time, all of them were dry, but he had water on his hand, and why was he so sleepy all of a sudden? This can't be explained at all.

Looking at the time, when Lu Ze was paying the fare with his mobile phone, he glanced at his mobile phone. It was 5:12, he remembered it quite clearly, but now it is 5:22.

It took two minutes to walk, and it should have been 5:14 when he was sleepy, so he lost all memory of these eight minutes...

He immediately realized the seriousness of the incident, and immediately ran back to the scene of the accident. The ambulance had already arrived, so he didn't show his head to go to see it, but just glanced at it from a distance and left quickly.

"Hi sir, welcome."

Lu Ze's mind is in a mess now, he ignored the greeting from the waiter wearing a cheongsam at the door, and went into the restaurant with a dull head.

"How many gentlemen?"

"Um?"

"Sir, are you yourself?"

"No, wait a minute, I'll call and ask."

Lu Ze forcibly calmed down, took out his mobile phone and called Jiang Wenshu: "Hello? Are you in that room? I'm here, um, ok, I see."

Pushing open the door of the private room, Lu Ze saw Jiang Wenshu sitting inside playing with her mobile phone. She was still so sexy and beautifully dressed. After seeing Lu Ze, she put down her mobile phone, put her hand on her chin, and smiled.

"You're here. I'm starving to death. I can serve the food. Brother Ze, you are closing the door. You don't know. The waiter keeps asking me if I can serve the food? Is it possible to serve the food? I'm really good Awkward."

Lu Ze hung his hat on the clothes rail, pulled out the chair and sat down. His face was still not very good-looking. He took the ashtray on the table and lit a cigarette for himself.

"What's the matter? Are you scaring me with a straight face?"

"No, it's just motion sickness. It's a little uncomfortable. There's a traffic jam in front of me. I almost vomited."

Jiang Wenshu chuckled, picked up the freshly squeezed orange juice next to her and poured a glass for Lu Ze: "You're an artist and you still get motion sickness? Then what should you do if you're in a hurry? Drink some juice."

After taking a sip of the juice, he put the burden in his heart aside and didn't think about it. The waiter began to serve the food, and Lu Ze was not polite. He picked up the chopsticks and stuffed it into his mouth. It tasted good, and Lu Ze thought it was delicious.

"Hey Brother Ze, do you think the bracelet I bought looks good?"

Bai Jing's arm stretched out, and a string of platinum necklaces hung on her wrist, which matched this white hand quite well. Lu Ze looked up at her face, and it seemed that she liked it too.

"It's pretty. Let me tell you, you have to be careful tomorrow. When shaking hands with fans, be careful not to be picked up and snatched away."

"I don't have fans, who should I shake hands with? Here, it's for you, a tie. I just saw it when I was shopping today. Can you make a gesture? Let me see if it looks good? If not, I will refund it."

She kept a certain distance from Lu Ze, and just handed over the tie instead of reaching out by herself, which made Lu Ze heave a sigh of relief and made it easier to do a lot.

"Why buy it? I don't bring it much? How much? I'll give it to you, it shouldn't be cheap."

"Small money, it's not worth mentioning. How about a gift from a friend? Or do you think it's inappropriate for me to give you a tie?"

"I didn't say that, let's see if it works."

Lu Ze put the tie on her neckline. She looked at it and nodded in satisfaction, "It's okay, put it away. Actually, I asked you to come today, and you probably don't want to come? But I won't call you, I really don’t know who it’s called, it’s my birthday today, I’m filming and earning money, so I just want to celebrate my birthday.”

Just as Lu Ze picked up the juice and wanted to take a sip, he was taken aback when he heard her words, and took another sip as if nothing had happened.

"How can anyone give someone a gift on their birthday? Well... I don't know your birthday, so I didn't prepare a gift for you. Happy birthday."

Jiang Wenshu seemed to be looking forward to this happy birthday, she couldn't hold back her bright smile, she held up the juice and touched Lu Ze.

"It's okay, it's okay, just treat it as if I paid you to spend my birthday with me, and I don't care for other people's happy birthdays, because I know they look down on me, thank you Lu Ze, thank you for still looking up to me, no Would you feel ashamed to be friends with me, that... I am happy today, drink some wine with me?"

"It's fine if I accompany you, just drink less, or your face will be swollen tomorrow. I don't care, but it's not good for you as a female artist."

"Tch, I don't care, just drink when I'm happy. If I have wine today, I don't care about tomorrow! Besides, even if my acting skills are not superb, I won't be a hindrance, right? You still treat me like a vase?"

The waiter brought over a case of beer, Lu Ze opened it, poured her a glass, said happy birthday, the two drank it down, yes, if you have wine today, you will be drunk today, for a person who doesn't even have friends, how can he still be drunk? What do you care about the result?

For a person full of anxiety, what else can he care about the result?

 …

"We existed."

Pu Teng sat up from the bed, and Lu Ze rushed into the bathroom like crazy, twisted the shower and poured cold water on himself, but this was not enough.

Turning on the faucet, the washbasin was filled with cold water. He plunged into it and soaked his head in the water for a whole minute, as if he was going to drown himself.

"Hahaha......."

Gasping for oxygen again, he panted heavily, leaned against the wall, slid on the ground, breathed in fresh air, and calmed down after a full ten minutes.

It was just a nightmare, nothing serious.

Getting up from the ground, his hair was disheveled and dripping, he regained his energy, dried his head with a towel, and went back to his room to put on the clothes he had prepared for the press conference.

After getting dressed, he turned his eyes to the blue plaid tie on the table, which Jiang Wenshu gave him yesterday, picked it up, put it on for himself, looked at himself in the mirror, turned expressionlessly, and went out the door.

"Good morning, Brother Lu."

The hotel must provide breakfast. When I entered the restaurant, Lu Ze saw Wang Zixuan. She was wearing a white dress today, and she looked younger, like a junior high school student.

Looking at the breakfast prepared for him on the table, Lu Ze sat down, looked at Wang Zixuan, and said in a helpless tone, "Zixuan, don't serve me food next time, I have hands and feet, you really don't have to do that." Covers everything."

Wang Zixuan's expression was still so serious, she turned to look at Lu Ze: "But I'm an assistant."

"The assistant doesn't even have to help me with my meal. Listen to me. I don't need it next time. I will come by myself. I also carry the luggage. If there is any heavy one, leave it to me. You don't want me to be photographed and let you carry the luggage." Right? Some people will call me playing big names, can I bear it as a newcomer?"

"Oh... Brother Lu, didn't you comb your hair today?"

Lu Ze rubbed his head. His hair was already very long. If he didn't comb his back, his bangs would have reached his mouth. Now it's untied and really messy.

"Well, it's okay to do your hair after you get to the scene."

"Wait a minute, Brother Lu, lower your head a little."

Wang Zixuan stood up, holding a leather case in her hand, with chubby little hands, and awkwardly helped Lu Ze straighten his hairstyle, and tied a small braid on the back of his head.

"Okay, thank you, Zixuan."

"Sorry, I'm the last one."

Liu Bin came to the table with breakfast. Although the agreed time hadn't passed yet, as a driver, it was really not good to arrive later than the artists.

"It's okay, brother Liu, let's eat first."

Lu Ze was also hungry, so he took a sip of the preserved egg and lean meat porridge.

"By the way, Daze, look at Weibo to see if he looks like you? He's wearing a hat, and only half of his face can be seen."

Good thing Liu Bin took out his phone and turned to a news item, played the video, and put it on the table.

Lu Ze picked up the phone calmly. It was the video of yesterday's accident. Someone took a picture with his phone. The rescuer was wearing a black hat, and his head was lowered the whole time, so he couldn't see above his eyes.

The video lasted for seven and a half minutes. When Lu Ze saw the end, he returned the phone to Liu Bin and drank a mouthful of porridge.

"It's pretty similar."